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My Freshman Year Sociology Final 1970
Another TRUE tale by petite SEXXY KAREN of NixPix (303-920-1263)
My freshman year went pretty well, I'd lost my virginity, been intro-
duced to group sex, and gone to Ft. Lauderdale for an X-rated spring break. I
was doing well in my class work, too, having made the dean's list my first
semester and expected to the second. But, I overslept on the morning of my
sociology exam and arrived over an hour late for the three hour final. My
heart sank because my professor had a reputation of being Mister By-the-Rules.
And, the rules were, you turn in your assignments on schedule and you take
your exams on schedule or you get an F. No makeups. No excuses. When time
expired, I'd only completed about two thirds of the exam.
I went to see my professor to plead my case. He held to his position -
getting to the exam on time was my responsibility. I hadn't so I had to pay
the price. I begged and pleaded but didn't budge him. Realizing I'd probably
failed a course I expected an A in, I broke down and began to cry. My
professor told me to get a grip on myself but I simple sobbed uncontrolably.
He put his hand on my shoulder and asked how it would look if he let me retake
the exam? I sobbed that I wouldn't tell anyone if he just gave me an hour to
finish it. He insisted I would. I sobbed and he whispered that he knew a way
he could give me the extra time and guarantee I wouldn't tell anyone. He told
me if I wanted the extra hour to show up at room 12 of a motel about 4 miles
from the campus. I suspected my professor thought I'd remain silent if I had
to "put out" for him.
He was pretty good looking and I got horny just thinking about sucking and
fucking him. I prepared for my final by really dolling myself up. I wanted
to make sure he enjoyed himself..and that I got my extra hour. When I knocked
on the motel room door, my professor opened it and let me in. I was surprised
to find a girl named Melissa from my dorm who'd been having trouble in his
class sitting on the bed. She was apprehensive. He said he and his friends
wanted to watch us make out. He asked if we could do that. Melissa started to
shake her head no, but stopped when he reminded her that she'd fail his course
if she didn't. Now Melissa was one really hot looking babe. She was about
5'4" with long blonde hair down to her ass and a really nice figure with D cup
boobs. My pussy started to get wet thinking of getting a chance to go down on
her.
Soon, four guys arrived and we were told to strip and start making out. I
put my arms around Melissa to hug and kiss her. She whispered that she'd
never done anything like this before. I asked her what choice we had and told
her to think of me as her boyfriend. I snaked my tongue into her mouth and
began to run my hands over her back and down her curvy ass. I brought them
back up under her top and unhooked her bra. She stood passively, her eyes
wide open. I whispered for her to close her eyes as I pulled her top over her
head and removed her bra. I stuck my mouth to her left boob as if it were a
suction cup. She moaned and gasped for breath and I massaged both her
grapefruit sized boobs. She got weak in the knees and I helped he fall onto
one of the beds. I broke long enough to pull my dress off leaving me wearing
only my hose, shoes, and jewelry. I tugged at the snap on Melissa's pants and
managed to get them undone. I tugged them and her panties down to midthigh
and buried my face into her sweet pussy. She gasped, muttered a short
protest, and finally screamed, pulled my hair as she pushed my head downward
as she bucked her hips upward. I eagerly ate her copious flow of nectar and
she continued to scream. Somehow, I managed to spin free of her grip, pulled
her pants and panties off, and got into the 69 position. She evidently liked
what I was doing to her because she began to do it to me. Soon, wave after
wave of pleasure broke over our bodies.
When we got back to reality, the five guys were all naked. One guy shoved
his cock into my face and seemed really surprised that little 19-year-old me
knew how to swallow it. Melissa was reluctant to blow the guys, but after I
finished off the first guy, I kissed her with my sperm coated tongue. She
seemed surprised at the taste but didn't resist when I guided her to help me
doublehead the guy who'd wanted her to blow him. I don't think I'll ever
forget those big green eyes lighting up when the guy blew his load into her
mouth. She eagerly reached for another cock. When I got my next guy hard, I
got onto my hands and knees to let him fuck me while I sucked Melissa's boobs.
Somewhere along the way, our professor came over and inserted his cock between
Melissa's boobs and began fucking her tits, while I licked her nipples and his
shaft. The guy in my pussy shot off and I got up grabbed the cock of the guy
she was blowing, sat on her face and continue sucking where she'd left off.
Melissa may have never done this before, but she was a natural. She had a
really hot, wet, slick, fast tongue that got me off several times in only a
few mintues. And, she seemed to love getting fucked by one guy while she
sucked another. After all the guys were exhausted, they sat and watched
Melissa and me do each other some more. We finally showered and left. The
next day I finished my exam and claimed my A. I guess Melissa did pretty well
on her exam because when the grades were posted, she got an A, too.
Freckles
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